Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

Qiao Yizhou naturally agreed; otherwise, how could he possibly feel at ease?

The holiday officially began, and Jiang Rangrang was in her dormitory, packing her things.

Just as I was about to grab my pajamas, 888 said that we already had some at home.

I wanted to take some underwear, but 888 said they had plenty at home.

In the end, she only carried a backpack containing her tablet and charger; she had to hold her phone in her hand, otherwise, what kind of phone would it be?

"Make way."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Rangrang realized it was the male lead.

"Class monitor!"

She turned around with a smile.

Qiao Yizhou was filled with reluctance and really wanted to take the baby home and hide him away...

"Remember to message me when you get home, or you can call me."

— It's best to post a video.

Jiang Rangrang nodded: "Okay, then the class monitor should also let me know when he gets home first, no, I mean tell me."

Jiang Rangrangchao never made an unintentional slip of the tongue.

Qiao Yizhou, caught off guard, swallowed hard, smiled gently, and said in a low, husky voice, "Okay, I'll report to you."

Jiang Rangrang ran away, her face full of embarrassment.

888 is very useful. As soon as she stepped out of the school gate, she saw the car that her family had come to pick her up. Amazingly, she knew that the car belonged to her.

A black luxury car that looks elegant all over, with smooth and neat body lines, exuding a low-key luxury and sophisticated style.

Hmm, it doesn't quite fit her aesthetic. She's superficial; she likes things that are flamboyant and passionate.

She's lazy, too lazy to appreciate things in detail; she only likes things that have a strong impact.

When driver Uncle Zhao saw Jiang Rangrang come out, he immediately opened the back door and stepped forward to take the schoolbag from her hand.

Jiang Rangrang smiled sweetly, as she was used to, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhao, I can take it myself." Then she bent down and sat in the soft and spacious car.

She was still getting used to being taken care of, even though the driver, who was at least in his forties, was helping her carry her schoolbag.

Then she sighed silently, "Sigh~ She really doesn't know how to enjoy good fortune~ She needs to change that."

The car drove smoothly away from the campus, heading towards the Jiang Family Manor.

Qiao Yizhou didn't get into the car; his gaze remained fixed on her until she got into her family's car and drove away. Only then did he look away and get into his own family's car that had come to pick him up.

Separation from his baby made him very irritable and anxious, and he impatiently pinched the bridge of his nose.

—Don't rush, it'll be quick.

As the car drove into the spacious estate, the wrought iron gate, which appeared to be electric, was slowly opening.

The courtyard is lined with trimmed low-lying trees and flowers. There are more than one building inside, and each one is exquisitely constructed, showcasing the grandeur of a wealthy family.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the main building, where Su Wanqing, dressed in a gentle and elegant manner, was already standing in the entrance hall, eagerly waiting.

Su Wanqing is 48 years old this year. Jiang Rangrang is the youngest daughter. She has an older brother and an older sister.

Her skin was well-maintained, delicate and fair, showing no signs of aging, and she looked to be around thirty years old.

Just standing there, she seemed to embody the word "gentle and graceful," exuding an air of dignified elegance that only a lady from a prominent family could possess.

She wore a loose updo and an apricot-colored long dress, looking composed and elegant, like a wealthy woman who had been carefully pampered for half her life.

Jiang Rangrang quickly summarized Su Wanqing's situation in his mind before opening the door and getting out of the car.

When Su Wanqing saw the car door open and her daughter get out, her gentle eyes instantly lit up with a clear smile.

She quickly stepped forward, reached out and affectionately touched the girl's little face, her tone full of doting:

"My darling is finally back~ Your school is great in every way, but it's so hard to study in the senior year of high school, yet you still have to live on campus."

Did you eat well at school? Did you suffer any unfair treatment? Were you under a lot of pressure? Were you tired?

As Su Wanqing spoke, she gently stroked the back of Jiang Rangrang's head, her eyes full of affection.

The whole person looked like they were so fascinated by it, so incredibly fascinated, that they didn't know how to appreciate it enough.

Jiang Rangrang froze for a moment when Su Wanqing touched her face; she wasn't used to this kind of intimacy.

In her previous life, she grew up alone and destitute, without parents, and had never experienced such intense and direct maternal love.

Well, there's no other kind of love either.

So being suddenly pampered and cherished like this, it's hard not to feel a little awkward and uncomfortable.

But she quickly composed herself, raised her small face, and her bright, fox-like eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons.

Her voice was soft and sweet as she called out, "Mommy."

As the soft, sweet voice rang out, Su Wanqing felt her heart soften as well. Her smile grew even gentler, and she reached out to put her arm around the other woman's shoulder.

"My dear daughter, come inside quickly. Mom asked Aunt Zhang to stew your favorite braised pork ribs, and there are many other dishes you like. You've finally come back, so you need to eat well."

Jiang Rangrang asked 888 in surprise: [What's going on? The original owner also loved braised pork ribs?]

This is really strange, because most people prefer salt and pepper ribs, braised ribs, sweet and sour ribs, or corn and rib soup. These are the rib dishes that most people like to eat.

Braised pork ribs with soy sauce are a dish that many restaurants don't have; it's considered a niche dish.

888 was also confused upon hearing this: [What original owner? There is no original owner.]

Jiang Rangrang was even more confused than 888: [Wasn't I supposed to be taking the place of the original female lead to complete the mission?]

888's rabbit ears fluttered, feeling it was simply outrageous: [Of course not, not every literary work has the opportunity to be visualized; it won't work if the popularity isn't high enough or the readers' attention isn't strong enough.]

This work is qualified, but once it is materialized, it is likely to fail and be annihilated. Materializing a small world also requires energy, so many works like this have been suppressed and have not been materialized.

This world only began to take shape because of your mission. The female lead, who knows the situation, is more likely to persevere to a happy ending.

So there's no such thing as an original owner; everyone is a newborn, and everyone acts according to their character's established persona in the book. You are the female lead now.

888 explained everything to Jiang Rangrang in detail for the first time, and she finally understood what it meant to be the female lead. It wasn't a substitute role; it was a real one!

But why am I feeling a little happy?